Somethings that matter...

Some doggedly settled fogs refuse to vanish,

Some drowsy dreams refuse to perish.

Some awaited springs now disoblige,

Some winter winds condole this plight.

Some clocks forget their tick-tock-tick's,

Some lamps still burn with exhausted wicks.

Some booms and dooms sound all the same,

Some barren lands have none to blame.

Some fissures of earth still wait for rains,

Some adamant wills still fight these pains.

Some morose tempers find their stay,

Some stubborn hopes still fight dismay...

P.S: Some author of Some book I read Sometime said- " End...when it comes, remains the only solution possible"...

I guess...it also remains the best solution possible...

Oasis

I’m not reporting from there…I’m searching for it, the oasis…In fact; we are all searching for it… (me and my friend…”many-of-my-classmates” to be precise)…while traveling through innumerable mirages….n since it sounds so difficult, it’s actually coming out to be really difficult…

Time is counting down and we, exhausted creatures, are still searching, while there’s no visible result and seemingly…no escape...

Questions are haunting us and we go absolutely aghast at the very notion of facing them (How is life going? What are you doing these days? Got the call? But they’ve started the process, haven’t they? But you must plan an option…) while we know the inescapable answers…

Intuitions of our own fate have failed us and our monopoly on our own lives is slipping away rapidly from our very hands…

Even the cause and effect relationship is loosing its universal appeal, leaving us pondering over no visible cause of somewhat catastrophic effect (EXAGGERATIONS…I know)…

The future aspects are not even walking lamely towards some goal, but are floating blindly….as even walking needs a solid ground!

WHY’s are screeching through silences and WHAT’s visit occasionally, that too, packed safely inside doubtful struggles… HOW-THE-HELL’s have lost their grasp on reality and for TILL-WHEN, nobody is in a position to give even a snobbish answer…

That’s how things are going…

But still, we are searching…for an OASIS… with undimmed hopes and seemingly unstoppable will…to smile, to laugh out loud enough for us to listen atleast…with a belief…that we’ll find the OASIS someday, against all odds…

God Bless!

These clouds will soon roll by

You try and try with all your will...
Still, You must permit some blood to spill...

There's a life all alone inside the dust storm
There's life trying to erode all barriers
There's a life trying to search its own bumped-off zeal
while struggling to pay its own arrears

There's a land where hopes visit only as clouds
There's a land on despairs curvature
There's a land where dejection lurks as ghosts
n faith rottens as old furniture

There's a soul having no time to dream
just wondering how to fight
There's soul struggling for mere existence
ignoring how its right

There's a flower mourning its crushed up tuft
n cries n waves to beautiful springs
There's a flower leaving its charm n grace
surviving over the brink

(But...{thankfully, there's always a BUT :-) })

There's a monk who says there'll be dawn
dont panic, dont fear, dont cry,
There's a monk who smiles at this crisis of life
"These clouds will soon roll by"

P.S : It was painful...really...searching for a ray of smile on the very beautiful face of "the laughing beauty"...

Metro Manners!

I's waiting for that "10-nuisance, MIND IT!!!" report series on delhiites to get over, to write this post...and finally,its over...leaving me with a trillion questions ..and 3 days after I finished reading the final report, I'm still doing what I do the best...I'm pondering over questions...

So, what's it about this sudden rush to seem civilized? about Delhi being rude and crude? about such hue and cry over overnight adoption of manners befitting a world class city? about lack of civic-sense and public etiquette? about this concern over the age-old "chalta-hai" attitude? about this sudden acknowledgment of Delhi being a riot zone, unsafe for women, and being nothing more than a shanty town (last one is an insanely exaggerated statement, I know)...

It's very easy, really, to gabble your tongue and blame delhiites for everything...and then sowing seeds of imaginations, expecting everything to change and things getting easygoing for an event as big as commonwealth games...but providing infrastructure n facilities to implement these flowery dreams need time,money and some real efforts...

I mean, how can you expect, someone traveling across bitter Delhi heat waves, and struck into 20 minutes of traffic stoppage, not to honk impatiently and shout at bad roads and bad traffic management? How can you expect, a crowd that was jostling for space into bluelines some days back, to adopt metro manners suddenly? How can you expect, a population so used to get away with a 50 Rs. note, not to jump red lights and start following traffic rules suddenly, just for the sake of some international event the city is going to host shortly? and how can you expect people, so used to jaywalking, just for the FUN part of it, to walk within the frontiers of subways and over-bridges?

I think its all about the need for strict policing, maintenance of facilities, implementing rules firmly and making them resource driven... Delhiites, as I know them, actually feel very much connected with the city. They don't spit or litter anywhere near well maintained sites like Akshardham temple or even at metro stations because they reckon them as important infrastructural investment by the government...and so, feel like preserving them for their own good.This can never be the case with Sadar bazaar area or chandani chowk, unless such level of facilities be planned there (somehow)...A standardized system and some wisely planned investment is seriously needed...Till then, all this lecturing about how some politicians want delhiites to behave during commonwealth games, and expecting things to turn out accordingly, is nothing more then a fool's paradise...

Some author I cant remember once said- Reality is a question of perspective....atleast for now, it really is...

Amen!!!

Flowing free...

That's definitely not another micro blog... That's how it used to be...(life...of course!)...fast and free and innocent...knowing few obstacles (and those too, all insignificant ones)...merrily laying the foundation of a fortune having its ultimate existence, only in dreams...

But since, for all of us, a time comes, when we are bound to feel our unfortunate presence into the hateful world of REALITY and we become something called pragmatic, we begin to realize things,and jump into conclusions, and then, ultimately, we write blogs...

Life... multi-fold and somewhat multitudinous as i know it, has always amazed me...and blogging came as another thing that could amaze me with same measures...I mean...its fun...isn't it?...how you can get the satisfaction of saying it all, not even bothering once about the INTERPRETATION part...(let alone LOGIC'S...)
So...I's into micro blogging all these days...and loved it...those one-liners and the magical depths up to which I could dive with their meanings...and they worked wonders to make up my always unpredictable mood...whatever be the reason pissing me off...and yes, how can I forget my diary...all about my freedom of thought and about writing anything and everything...let it be something as important as my take on coming elections or as dumb as an intended note which used to go on and on and on for ten pages full of nonsense about how I hated the lady fingers I had for lunch :D :D :D
and though it may sound weird, writing sometimes gave me the feeling of selflessness...it actually did...may be because its one (and only) thing which isn't impelled by the profit motive,may be because its something which rarely promises handsome returns and yet, is satisfying,refreshing and gives immense dividends of happiness :)  

Its as if...it comes as a compensation of being humane...
and once you are into blogging, you simply cant fail to notice the same wonder, the same fun in the digital avatar...and you love it all the same...the magic...of expressing into words, the turbulent,free flows of life...

Occlumency...

Away from the jostling crowds,
Away from the maddening doubts,
Away from the screeching noises,
Away from helpless choices,
Away from the Angel's boom,
Away from the Devil's doom,
Away from all poisonous potions,
Away from all macro-cosmic notions,
Away from all frowning faces,
Away from bloody ghostly traces,
Away from all deafening cries,
Away from all exhausted tries,
Away from all fearful dreams,
Away from all silent screams...

Excusably so, I'm averting my soul...
and trying to lay, the foundation of another felicitous goal...